cogito ergo doleo

It’s the holy grail of distance running. 26.2 miles and you’re suddenly in the same company as elite runners from all over the world.

You are heir to  Pheidippides (the first marathoner).

The First Marathoner

Tomorrow begins the roughest six months of my life, to date. I will be eating less and running more than I ever have before.

I’m incredibly excited about this. Sadly, that’s not even slightly sarcastic;  I legitimately cannot wait to push the boundaries of what is possible, to push myself beyond my understanding of what my body is capable of.

It’s going to be, for lack of a better term (or sheer laziness on my part) epic.

I’m moving over the summer, my roommate is one of my best friends, he’s been through some pretty epic adventures avec moi, and I’m understandably quite excited about getting the band back together (pure metaphor, neither of us can play a musical instrument to save our lives).

I am however keeping the location of the aforementioned move close to the vest, as it were.

I very much enjoy starting new projects, in life, academically, even new video games are exciting. But I’ve sometimes had difficulties completing some of these projects. I get bored, lose enthusiasm, become more interested in something shiny, the list of distractions and hurdles goes on and on.

NO MORE.

FINIS.

I finally feel a sense of focus and determination that is at once stabilizing and revitalizing. It’s not something I honestly have the vocabulary to adequately describe: suffice to say, it comes from deep within and it is a moderately satisfying experience.

I will keep writing, obviously nothing can make me stop enjoying the sound of my own voice or the look of words I’ve added together to form ludicrously complex, abstract thoughts.

Curro Ergo Sum

Keep it real kids,

❤ ry